"You two took quite the beating down there," Started a young, female, emergency nurse, "I'm glad my gift is is minor and I can stay on the sidelines like this instead of getting into messes like you guys," she finished as she cut a bandage and adhered it to Epoch stomach. Epoch and Changeling had both been strapped into medical stretchers and had been diligently worked on since the helicopter had picked them up only moments ago.

Epoch scoffed, "It's nice serving and being able to help the world first hand sometimes, but it does hurt." He grunted as the adhesive touched a sore spot.

"You need to keep quite, we need to get liquids in you and you need rest, a few days at least." The nurse snapped.

Great a few days without training, I don't think I can put up with that, Epoch thought.

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"You don't have to tell me what happened, I'm the one feeling it. Especially since my masks can dull pain, but once they are off... not so much." Changeling tried to laugh but ended up wincing instead.

Changleing gazes out the window watching clouds go by.

Man... This is totally not how I pictured this mission going. I have to train, I have to be ready for the next, which there surely will be. And I have figure out who those two men from the plane are.

A combination of Changeling's exhaustion and the medicine he'd be pumped full of had Changeling unconscious before long.

“I need assembly lines A crew and much more time. The money's all mine And my funds are getting thin. Probably have to rob a bank again. 'Cause I'm spending every dime and I'm spending all my time to Build the robots.” Sings Dr. Weird on his return flight back to his lab in the Badlands, groans were coming from the back. “SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOUR MESSING UP THE CHORUS......WHERE THE HELL IS A MAP THESE INSTRUMENTS SEEM TO BE FUCKED UP AND I CAN’T MAKE OUT WHAT THEY MEAN!!”

Great, Changeling's out, Epoch thought as his eyelids started to gain weight, I wish we could have at least brought that guy in.

"I'm going to suggest again that you get your rest," The nurse said hovering over Epoch as she thrust and IV into his arm, "This will keep you hydrated, and when we get back we'll try to clear you guys for a fully restorative heal."

Epoch couldn't even squeak out a response, the blood loss had gotten the best of him. He tried to keep his eyes focused on the nurses face, but the struggle could not be won. As his lids fell shut, her face transformed into that mad grinning man, her eyes became those bulbous goggles. What a horror, how could I have seen that face before, his mind raced as the imagery became a dream.

It was that white room, round, like being stuffed in an egg. There was one window, it had a sanitary looking curtain, every day it was opened for a few hours and strange men and women would look in on him, many with clipboards and pens. Others with glasses and small electronic devices. One... One with those Goggles, and a much less twisted face.

Staring once more at the damaged control panel, “That was not one of my better ideas.” Sparks and wires were flying out of the area where shortly after departing he had damaged from Lawton. It had occurred to him that since it was a military vehicle, there was a high chance it was Low Jacked. After finding the GPS unit on the consol Dr. Weird rammed his fist into it, ripping out several wires microchips. “I guess it can’t be help the damaged is done. I just use the GPS in the Mark – 7 O.O.P.” Reaching into his pocket and pulling out the controller for the pod and after hitting a few buttons he brought up a digital display on the controller. “There we go, FULL SPEED THAT WAY.”

The helicopter jostled as it put down on the helipad of the NSS building. The blades whining as they slowed.

Changeling was startled and awoke, seeing two men pulling him off the chopper onto a gurney.

Easy guys, eas- Owwww...

He could hear Epoch being taken off the chopper behind him. And he heard a cool female voice, "We'll get you a healer as soon as we can."

Shit if I woulda known that nurse was gonna be here, maybe I woulda taken a few more hits.

The men pushed Changeling down a hall filled with operating rooms, "We have two injured heroes, this one has hand and chest lacerations, probably a few broken bones. The second is more severe, he was hit by a projectile in the side. He will need a healer."

Two nurses headed towards Changeling and pushed him into a large white room filled with machines.

Wait, what. I don't need any of this stuff?

Just then Epoch was pushed into the room, Changeling could see blood was permeating the gauze on his side. An older woman walked in and went straight to Epoch, she inspected his wounds.

Ahh, Dr. Hadley, he was in good hands. Guess they put injured team members in the same rooms.

A nurse walked over and inserted a iv drip into his wrist, and held a needle in her hand, "Goodnight Changeling, we'll have ya all fixed up when you wake."

Groans continued to ring out from the back of the chopper, “SHUT UP, DO I LOOK LIKE SOME KIND OF DOCTOR, oh wait I am.” Shouted Dr. Weird looking out of the back of his head at the two would be corpses. “I suppose I should be giving you two crash test dummies some sort of medical treatment, but we won’t be back at my lab for a few more hours. So until then I guess this will have to do or until I can find something better for you.” Stepping into the cabin Dr. Weird began to treat the wounds of the fallen. Cleaning the gashes in their skin and wrapping them in gauze and stitching the major ones. “And this should help take the edge off things, Dr. Weird’s medical cocktail.” Pulling two syringes out from his lab coat and plunging the needles into the Frosty and Asian Man’s necks.

Professor Quantum lingered over Epoch's unconscious body. The room was dimly lit, and the sun outside was nearly gone. Epoch lay in the same room as his partner Changeling, both had been beaten quite dramatically, luckily the ward was run by one of the greatest known healers in the world. That healer was the retired hero, Jenna Gray. Like Quantum, she was one of the fist, and her specialty was healing and defense. Now, in her older years, she runs the ward with a strict code: No accelerated healing unless proposed by NSS officials.

Quantum had made that proposal this evening. Perhaps it was just because he had a fondness for his student, however he had asked that both of the young men be healed. He had gotten clearance from his superiors on the grounds that the two were the only people who could possible ID any of the three men that had been in Lawton that afternoon. These three men could quite possibly be great threats to national security and needed to be located immediately. Also, Quantum had requested back up for the Strike Force and the president of the NSS had agreed openly.

"Yes, the one in the spandex should be ready to wake," She began, sighing over her work order on a clipboard, "However I still don't understand the order here. Why do you only want to wake that one, and not both, or the other?"

Quantum made nervous eye contact with his colleague, "Changeling, there, is a strong man who works hard, too hard. He needs the rest, and I don't think he'd take it if he had the choice, so let's not give him a choice. On the other hand, "He cleared his throat, "Darren, here, has news he needs to hear and make himself ready for."

Jenna shifted he weight a bit and walked over to Epoch and Quantum, "I'll make him ready then." A soft glow connected her hands, that were now over his forehead, to his brow. It glowed softly for a moment and then it ended. She settled herself and muttered, "He's ready, go ahead and wake him."

"Thank you so much," Quantum said with a smile. He leaded down toward Epoch and shook his shoulder slightly, "Darren, Darren, get up."

Epoch's eyes fluttered and he suddenly felt motion sick and out of place. His vision blurred and tried to refocus as he say Quantum's old face glaring at his own. He shifted his head on his shoulders and scanned around the room, his head spun a little. "What's going on?" Epoch asked.

"Something astounding," Quantum started, "You've been healed from your mission today and I have some big news for you."

"News?" Epoch asked, sitting up.

"Yes, about the holding cell you had been in, and the facility that your cell was housed in."

“SHIT, THIS GAME FUCKING CHEATS, I HATE TETRIS. SHOULD PUT SOMETHING ON THIS DAM THING.” Shouts Dr. Weird as he turns the game off. “Now where the hell am I? AHA, about an hour from... Vermilion South Dakota, what the... eh whatever I should stop there for a bit and get something to eat. You guys hungry?”

Nothing but groans and the rattle of IV packets came in response. “No, well I need to something to eat and snow cones and Asian food isn’t very filling, MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”

Getting out of his stolen vehicle, Ike strides proudly toward the entrance of a Walmart, hiding his stolen trophies: 2 x Glock 21 and a Glock 22 from controlled officers that had pulled over.

Smirking while walking into the unsuspecting superstore, he made his way to the back of the store looking for their security.

7:24pm

"WHO......wh..wh who are YOU?!" yelled a supposed security figure in the room. Ike smiling pointing his Glock 21 pistol at the man answered, " A man of action, a man who rejects many others' reality to substitute his own." "You're a terrorist?!" Raising an eyebrow, Ike chuckles, "A terrorist? in a Walmart? No...no...no.........I'm a revolutionizer if anything. Certain people in this world have controlled it for long enough and aren't doing a great job of it. So I'm here to stir things up." The guard exclaimed exasperated with disbelief, "You?! YOU WON'T HAVE A CHANCE! THE HEROS AND SUPERHEROS WILL STOP YOU FOR SU.......GAHHMMMMMM!" Shoving the barrel into his mouth and pulling another pistol out, Ike's face scrunched into a disgust. "Heros are part of the problem. Protecting people but mainly the people are rich to keep them into their place of being rich while causing just as much or more damage to whats around them than the average criminal! A super iron clad man walking and damaging a sidewalk costs the city and its average taxpayer more than a thief stealing some valuables from a bank. Where's the justice in that? I am one who is going to shake the foundation of those who sleazily built a stonghold and called it justice. Do you think you are going to make it anywhere in this place with minimum wage? Your just a cog in the system to make the rich richer and others to fall deeper until most of the populous is low life criminals with the only option of crime. Big businesses such as this very building make me sick yet no one does anything........until now that is. I plan to even the odds for everyone and let nature take its course."

Pulling the gun from the guards mouth, catches a glimpse of his name tag and attempts to control him.

Focusing very hard Ike commands the guard, "Franklin announce over the intercom for all leave the premise calmly and quickly, a disruption has put all people in danger and they are to remove themselves immediately. The authorities have been informed already so no need to panic. Please leave the store. Then Franklin you will wait for further instructions from me."

Alright, I haven't ever tried this much or in this way before but here it goes....

Ike focuses again this time without directly speaking to the targets.

Rolls for Controlling crowds or groups by naming the group title and then a command (Novice) to control Walmart employees 1-8 it fails, 9 or 10 succeeds

Random number (1,10) : 6

If it fails first attempt tries a second time same odds if it fails the employees leave with shoppers.

Ike sighs with disappointment. "Oh well, Franklin gather fertilizer, lighter fluid and hairspray and meet me in the center of the store, once you are done head home, go to sleep and you will remember that you found out that there was a bomb and help everyone escape but were knocked out and didn't remember who did it or what they looked like." Walks over the intercom, turns on a radio and plays it over the speakers. "Oh yea, perfect song!"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wdqo9aO0fyo

8:02pm

"Alrighty then," Ike smiling gleefully, "time to light this puppy." Taking a jug of gas and leaving a trail out through the wedged doors into the parking lot. Ike breathes in deeply, takes a metal lighter he took from the store and lights the gasoline path. [size=24]BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO[/size]MMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm....

An explosion of mass proportions erupts with flames bellowing out the doors and shaking the ground. "Now thats fireworks," Ike chuckled to himself, "ok Walmart lets see you "rollback" now, Ahahahahahahahahahahahahah." Looking up into the sky as the darkness overcame making the burning building seem to appear even brighter, Ike was satisfied with his scheme and works. "*sigh*...............hmmmmmm.................those red lights are sure moving fast...."

Command single biotic object (Alpha): 1/20Command large group by single name: 0/10

Changeling rolls around in his sleep as a nurse walks into the room, "Oh I'm sorry, I hope I didn't wake you."

"Nah, I've been restless for a while. Wondering where Quantum took Epoch."

The nurse places a tray on the table, "I'm sure he's fine, Dr. Gray took care of him earlier."

Figures, always was Quantum's little pet. Bet he thought I'd need the rest more. The hell with it... I'll play along. For now.

"Ok I need you to hold your palms out, and touch each finger to your thumb."

Whatever lady... Changeling held his hands out and did as he was told.

He was instructed to do another half dozen tests, but his mind was busy with something else.

If Quantum wanted Epoch healed so badly, he musta had something to tell him... I'm tired of this place, as soon as she leaves I'm outta here.

"Alright Changeling, I think we are done here. I'll be back tomorrow and we can continue the exercises"

My ass we will. As soon as the nurse left the room changeling sat up, a sharp pain shot through his chest. Aggh, fuck. That's still tender... He reached for the monitors stuck all over his body, and pulled the IV out of his wrist. A machine began beeping loudly, "Shit, I gotta get outta here..." He looked around the room for his masks, they were against the wall, with the rest of his clothes. No time to dress.

He placed the minotaur mask on and opened the window, the cool night air blowing in.

He could hear people rushing behind him, "Don't you DARE jump out that window." Great, Quantum is gonna hear about this now.

He turned and grabbed his clothes, "Sorry Doc, but I got things to do." He leaped through the window. The nurses rushed over to see Changeling hit the ground and roll and run down the street in naught but a hospital gown.

He ducked into an alley and put on clothes, lifting his hood to cover his face. He placed the minotaur mask in his bag.

Changeling picked up the pace and hightailed it towards the entrance, "Dammit, forgot about the patrol... Hmmmm."

He turned and looked up the sheer wall that were the NSS dormitories. "I can do this... he placed the panther mask on. Ok, how does this work..." he focused on his hands. He felt as though his fingernails were growing... Shnnnk. Claws shot out, "There we go."

He placed a hand (or was it more of a paw now?) on the wall and clamped down, the claws split the concrete like butter, Puuuurrrrrrrfect.

Crunch, Crunch, Crunch, Crunch. Changleing put one hand in front of the other as he climbed the wall, he turned to look out over the city... He was quite high now, but he wasn't too worried, he figured his room was only two more floors above.

He reached out his hand again, just as a gust of wind picked up, his body flew out wildly in the wind but managed to keep his holding.

He speedily climbed to his window, Get inside, get inside, get inside, get inside.

The window squeaked as he opened it, he threw his bag to the floor and collapsed to his bed.

“My my, what an interesting fire someone has set, and to the local Walmart too, HA.” Looking out from the helicopter to the blaze that was still engulfing the store for an estimated time of 20 minutes.

Surveying the surroundings Dr. Weird finds the hospital and heads towards the landing pad there. “Here I should be able to pick up some supplies, for you guys of course.” Upon landing Dr. Weird dons a black trench coat, black fedora, and somehow switched from wearing goggles to a set of thick mirrored glasses that still hid his face. “I be back, and I’ll leave the radio on for you two so you don’t get all lonely.”

8:25:14

Dr. Weird has car jacked an unsuspecting individual in the parking lot stuffed them in the truck, and has now come up across the USD campus. “AH college an institution of higher learning, I FUCKING HATED IT, THOSE SMUG BASTERDS WERE ALWAYS LOOKING DOWN ON ME BECAUSE I WAS SMARTER THAN THEM. I do suppose I should pop in the science lab and see what they have, after I find something to eat I FUCKING STARVING.” After turning a corner Dr. Weird finds himself a Subway. “Alright, FOOD.”

"These are troubling times," Quantum stated, leaning his back against the front of his desk, Epoch sitting in a students desk before Quantum. "and even more troubling that, whatever dictates control over the fates of the universe, lead you to someone who may have ties to not only your past, but the news I am about to give you."

Epoch looked at him intently, his head still spinning slightly, "Yeah, you had news for me and I just wasted an hour recapping my day."

"Oh don't bother yourself," Quantum said with a slightly comical grin, "it was a good way to start what I have to tell you. I was in a meeting during the alarm today, one that was important, that I had to wrap up later. In this meeting, we had discussed some of the devices and ideals that oppose genetic differences."

While Quantum cleared his throat Epoch interjected, "You mean, the government's viewpoint of whether or not there should be people with abilities that allow them to be classified as "superhero" or "super-villain."

"Well yes," Quantum continued, "For years now, the NSS has been on a opposing level to the government as to what we should do with people with such mutations. And as you are aware, the government is in charge of the entire set up we have, so we don't entirely have the say that we wish we had."

"I know all of this," Epoch grumbled, rubbing his eyes, "What are you getting at."

Quantum seemed a bit shocked at the slight outburst, "All right, all right. The federal government has decided to consolidate the number of containment facilities that they have for children and adults with sudden mutations. Most of the known facilities are being closed and funds cut overall to move all of the so called "patients" into only a handful of larger facilities, due to budget cuts in our current economic situation.

"This being said, the facility that you were once contained in is being closed in a few days and we, the NSS, pleaded for a tour and a chance to state our opinion and opposition to such holding tanks. The president then agreed to allow one, and only one, full-time, NSS student in, and then the student would decide an opinion, and we would discuss the future of these places with Congress and the Pentagon and come to a compromise."

Epoch's eyes grew wide, "You want me to go back in there?"

Quantum began his retort, "You, Darren, are the best option. The government held you in a tank for quite a while, and they lost track of you. If we send you in without revealing your actual name and abilities, we can have someone go through who is already opposed to the facilities. Someone who cannot be swayed to see them as something good, and then we can fight them even stronger."

Epoch got up, "Well, professor, I did not choose to be your pawn, and I don't know if I like the idea of being recruited for such a task," Quantum's face shifted to hopless, "however, I agree that those damned places must be closed, and I will gladly take this as my next mission."

Ike pulls into the Subway parking lot, walking calmly and enters the joint. He spots his target and walks up beside the man in black trench coat, fedora and shades. "I'm sure you're wondering who I am, but I know who you are or at least what you've done. You knew I was following you the way you were making random turns through that campus, yet I couldn't be sure. You never did look at your mirrors. How do I know you? Your all over the radio and your "escape vehicle" wasn't hard to figure out, you were flying quite fast. I saw where you landed and followed you. Now then as for whom I am, I'll just say for now...........I'm an ally."

Ike holds out a hand with a smirk towards the mysterious man in black with a wicked grin.

"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, I didn't say I wanted tomatos on that." Dr. Weird said to the part time college student making his sandwhich. "Excuse me for a minute, and its for here."

Turning to the strange man who just walk up to him. "What the hell did you just say to me Speedy Gonzales, right now that was to much for me to take in. I have had a long day and hadn't eaten anything since this morning. Now of you don't mind I would like to enjoy this." Turning back to the student to finish the order. "If you want I will get you one too, you look hungry we can talk over the cold cuts."

"Sure, sorry for the information overload, I'm sure you're tired from your travels." Ike replied looking up at the menu. "Oh and allow me to handle the food to apologize for my pursuit. Why don't you take your seat and I'll bring the food over."

Ike steps forward and places his order along with the black clothed stranger's order. "Yes I'll have a foot-long Spicy Italian on Herbs and cheese. Toasted."

"Thank you, may I ask for you name?" "Cheyenne." "Nice to meet you." Ike bows his head focusing and murmurs a command.

Rolls to control cashier: 1-5 fails and pays with cash, 6-10 succeeds and meal is on the house

Random number (1,10) : 9

Command single biotic object (Alpha): 1/20Command large group by single name: 0/10

"Here you are, its on the house." said the cashier very cheerily. "Thank you," Ike replies smiling, then brings the food over to the stranger in black. "Here you are." Ike takes a seat across from him and begins to enjoy his sandwich. "Forgot how hungry I was until I smelled the food."

Command single biotic object (Alpha): 2/20Command large group by single name: 0/10

There is a slight tug back as Mara tries to pull her thoughts from the dream… but it is to no avail, hands that are not hers tucking the corners of the bed sheet around a mattress unfamiliar to her.

“Oh, not again..!” she seethes silently, attempting to leap back into the real world with a little more effort this time. Her actual body lay propped in the nook she sat in, lifeless save for the soft breathing that was almost unnoticeable. “I knew I should have taken a nap.” Sighs the girl mentally. She recalls the last time this sort of thing had happened; falling asleep while using dream vision. Most nights, she often occupied other people’s sleep, stalking the halls till a dream piqued her interest. Interestingly enough, the majority of students slept during those times. With so many to choose from, Mara was hardly ever bored. She learned to be careful to not stay up too late though, for it led to the problem she found herself in now. If her own body were to fall asleep while she was using her powers, then she would be stuck in whatever dream she was residing in during the time. Despite her efforts to prevent this effect, she had often enough found herself sitting lifeless outside of someone’s door until someone or something on the real side woke her.

Still she struggles, willing her brick-laden eyelids to lift, even just slightly. After what seemed like a small eternity, the efforts are dropped though, and she turns to the dream world again, as if looking back towards a movie that had been in her peripherals.

After making the bed, she walks with unacquainted bare feet towards a large, open kitchen. Strangely, she is wearing something different now, a bathing suit perhaps. Taking the tile floor in small steps, the length of it is covered and a small, delicate hand reaches up to open a sliding glass door which gives way to the back yard. The sun’s rays wash over her, and Mara herself takes a little pleasure in the feeling. She watches as the woman looks back to the glass door and curls her back slightly, assessing the reflection they are both seeing through the same eyes. There is little to no fat to be seen anywhere, and the small, pink bottoms of the suit cling cutely to the barely visible muscles that are somewhat prominent in the current pose. The figure in the looking glass turns her butt towards Mara, as she does the same with hands on her hips now. A 180 puts her chest in the reflection now, and she quickly adjusts a tie string around her neck to tighten the small pink triangles holding her medium sized breasts. Mara mentally sits and watches, not only because she can do no more.

Almost suddenly, she is laying full length in a basking chair, the sunlight almost uncomfortably hot now. It contrasts to the feeling of cold, which is starting to nip at Mara’s consciousness. “Cold…? Maybe I can use that feeling to leave.” She thinks to herself. There is part of her that hopes that the woman lying in the chair will soon find the heat too intense as well though. As if on cue, there is a slight relief to the warmth as a spritz of cool water is sprayed onto her practically bare chest. Droplets cling to her front as she sits up slightly, spraying the bottle again at the back of her neck, letting it trickle down her spine. The woman shivers and so does Mara, though the origins of the event are opposite.

“To stay or to go.” Wonders the now absorbed girl. She hovers on uncertainty, conceptually biting her lip as hands rub the liquid relief down the length of her body. The decision is almost made when the coolness of the water slowly begins to spread, deeper than just the skin. It feels as though the blood is being sucked from her toes and fingers into the core of her being. The woman, now bewildered, goes to shake off the feeling, but she finds herself unable to move her limbs at all. Mara can feel her heart beat fast, breathing quickening in pace as well.

She recognizes the sensation as something she calls the ‘end phase’ of a dream, and wants to panic a little herself. Sometimes the dreams she watched faded off into bliss or nothingness… other times, they would take turns for the worst, and would change from fantasy to nightmare in seconds. Taking heed of her premonitions, she had always been able to avoid the very last verse.

Now, the ill-fated girl finds herself unable to. She is thrown out into third person, and watches it like a horror film. Honey colored eyes open wide, as her mouth opens to scream… but whatever icy clutch has gripped the brunette reaches her throat before she does. Sitting up, the woman is frozen, almost stone-like as the warm color already begins to leave her skin.

With a burst of now frigid air, Mara is whipped back into reality. It takes a moment before she catches her breath, looking up into the now dark sky before vigorously scanning the area. Orange fluorescence barely reaches into the window of the white house she is still outside of, and it falls on the face of a forever sleeping victim.

“It’s not my fault.” Mara convinces herself, pulling all thoughts of what happened towards the dark recesses of her memories. Slipping out of the tree, she begins to walk, to nowhere in particular… that is until her stomach lets out a hollow groan.

With a sigh, the comment “Right. Supper.” Falls casually from her now chapped lips. Mind numb, her feet move themselves; despite semi-frozen toes. The sidewalk leads to a large yellow roofed building, and a bell lets out a cheerful ‘ding!’ as she walks in, warming her hands. If she wasn’t putting so much effort into not falling apart, Mara may have noticed the strange men seated at a booth not far away from the door sooner. She orders her favorite sandwich out of habit, relaying ‘Italian BMT, Pepperjack’ and a few random veggies without once thinking. Slowly, thoughts began to trickle in nonetheless, occupying her as some chick toasted her sub. “Maybe she didn’t die… but if she did, it’s probably not good for me to stick around.” Ponders the girl, dark hair hanging over her eyes and obscuring her vision. Dwelling on what she might do in the instance that the woman had indeed been an accidental victim to her power, she was only pulled from the thoughts by the proclamation of her dinner being done. A batman wallet is pulled from some pocket, and Mara pays for the sandwich before glancing over the available seating. It is then that she notices the males gathered with their own food; one of them oddly familiar to the sketch she had seen in the news.

Despite that fact that she might be in the same building as a murderer, she couldn’t help but smirk.

((OOC: OH MY GOD, LONG POST IS LONG. So was the wait. Sorry guys. XP Not doing any formatting stuff, but might do that later.))

SubwayVermillion, SD8:32:023pm“That’s an interesting trick you did there.” Says Dr. Weird as he takes a bite of his Cold Cut he got for free. Multi-tasking he pulls out his controller and tunes it to the news. “CRAP, I am on the news and I thought I prevented that. Uh and that is such a bad picture of me you can’t even tell that it is me, it’s all blurry. Then again I do dress in a unique fashion.”

After taking another bite and putting the computer back in one of his many pockets he notices of the young girl who just walked in who looked like she sleeps walking. She was looking over at them and smiling.

Now why would she be doing that, I know I am a superb specimen of handsomeness, but there must be more than that. Dr. Weird thought to himself.

Turning his attention back to the gentleman he just met. “Anyway Mr. Smooth what can I do for you?”

Epoch sits on the edge of his bed, he was anxious over the experience that he would be having within the next twenty-four hours. Professor Quantum had asked a lot of him all in one day and he just couldn't believe the situations he had been put in. Man, I got my ass kicked today, he thought to himself, however I am getting really good at teleporting.

As the word crossed his mind he got a smirk on his face, perhaps I could pull off just one more before I decide to relax for the evening. Epoch closes his eyes and focuses his breathing and his mind. I need to get from here to my closet, I need to get out of this spandex and find dinner.

(Epoch attempts to teleport to his closet, 1-8 he fails, 9-10 success)

Random number (1,10) : 7

(If it fails, Epoch attempts to teleport to his closet again, 1-8 he fails, 9-10 success)

Random number (1,10) : 2

(If it fails, Epoch attempts to teleport to his closet again, 1-8 he fails, 9-10 success)

Jeez, it's just not my night tonight, Epoch thinks as he gets off the edge of his bed and walks to his closet. He slowly shifts out of his spandex and leans over to a small metal handle attached to a metal square on the wall. Opening the tilting door, he places the suit in the the laundry pickup bin, also open-able from the outside with a staff key. He then proceeds to toss on the clothing that he had strewn across the floor. I guess not having to do my own laundry is a plus, Epoch starts as he heads toward his door, John's diner should do, I suppose.

"Wish I could have kicked that ice guy's ass," Epoch mutters as he locks his door.

"Yeah... well. I think you did good, sure you didn't capture him but it was your first mission. Don't be so hard on yourself. At least you have a cool power..." the young mans voice trailed off with that last sentence.

"It can't be that bad... c'mon, what's yours?"

"Well it is. I can uh... double jump. Like, I can jump even when I am in the air."

"Oh.... well listen I gotta get going..." looking for any excuse to get away, "Stomach needs food. Cya kid."